"I'm knackered, Love," Greg said, apologetically. "We wrapped up two cases and thought we were ahead then the Bellamy case came up and everything went pear-shaped." He only just managed to shed his coat and suit jacket, and kick off his shoes, before collapsing on the sofa next to Molly.
"I know," she said, opening her arms for him to sink into. "I had two from the Bellamy case today as well," she soothed, as her arms tightened around him.
Greg sighed, grateful for the simple pleasures that shared domesticity with Molly afforded.
Greg turned his face up to look at her. "I love you, Molly Girl," he said, simply.
"I love you too, my gorgeous silver fox," she replied.
"Oh, I didn't mean YOU, little sod" she mumbled, as Barnaby chose the moment to jump up.
Greg took a deep breath, and let it out softly. Barnaby, it would seem, was still prone to showing up when he most needed the furry little bugger.
Molly kept her arms wrapped around Greg as Barnaby found a spot on Greg's chest. Snuzzling him, the young cat purred loudly, locking his intense, adoring gaze with that of his human's.
"I think we've got you covered," Molly said softly, kissing Greg's neck and stroking Barnaby.
Greg closed his eyes, and smiled, feeling quite blessed.